No energy

I'm way too tense. I need to learn to relax.
I’m way too tense. I need to learn to relax.

Don’t feel like writing.
Carla is sore but OK.
It’s been a long day.

Uninsured driver,
it should come as no surprise.
Who else causes wrecks?

But that’s how it is.
Nothing you can do really.
The world keeps spinning.

11 PM and I got nothing

img_0509Carla’s out of town.
I’m binge-watching Daredevil.
Netflix and ennui.

He doesn’t kill crooks.
Traumatic Brain Injuries?
That’s OK, I guess.

A neurologist,
hell, more than one I’d reckon,
plans to buy a boat.

“This guy’s great for us,”
they cry as folks get brought in.
“Keep them coming, dude!”

“Thug insurance sucks,”
The accountants cry as one.
“No one’s getting paid!”

There is much wailing.
But none from the thuggish ones.
They mostly just drool.

In that they’re like us,
the serial binge-watcher.
Eyes fixed and staring.